Sci Fi

Full Metal Locket
“Jas… wake up, we need to keep moving”. ‘Mhhmmmm’, Jasper let out a sleepy moan, the voice encouraging him to wake. “We have been here too long, pack up and keep quiet, it's early, come on, big day ahead.”
By Lauren Bryde5 years ago in Fiction
The Ark
Utopia isn’t a place really. It’s an idea. Or better yet, an ideal to seek. It’s ubiquitous in that it pops up in many ways throughout history and in myths and legends. Through the ages we have always had stories that allude to some great perfect moment coming. The dream of it is alluring. As a child I always hoped it could happen. I read the classics and watched the old speculative fiction movie streams from a young age. The ones where humans imagined what the world would look like in a future without all of life’s petty problems. Where everyone had come together as a species and made great things happen. Nothing I read or saw ever convinced me that such a place, such an ideal could exist. Because I knew people.
By K.T. Seto5 years ago in Fiction
String Days
String days have fooled us and through their string hours we dangle alone bodies tangled memories knotted as we sway from the day to a string night of bone
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
Dark days The machines were everywhere. It was dark but as we machines know, we do not need light to negotiate the broken land. All we need is electronic pulses that rebound to our sensors, giving us an idea of direction and highlighting any obstacles that may impede our travel, plus some small halogenic lamps for illumination. And the reason for needing to travel is obvious – to find power.
By Gavin Mayhew5 years ago in Fiction
Chip in my heart
The cramping in my fingers was beginning to become unbearable as I typed madly on the keyboard, trying to break through A firewall I designed to be unpenetrable. My objective to stop the AI we call Neta, short for New Evaluationalized tech Allie from setting off more nuclear bombs.
By Jessie Anne5 years ago in Fiction
Milk
This is the private journal of Samuel Clemens. Yes, that's my real name. My father was a Mark Twain lover when he named me.
By Gerald Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
FOREVER YOURS
The Belgian farmer looked out across the remnants of his destroyed land through the shattered kitchen window. Like his father, grandfather, his great grandfather and so on before him, they had farmed this patch of land near the village of Passchendaele for centuries. In the beginning, the land had been more fertile and the farm much larger but back then, pesticides and other chemicals that poisoned the soil hadn’t existed. The farm had survived WWI and WWII, but he wasn’t too sure about the results of WWIII. So many nuclear bombs had been deployed the world over and as if that hadn’t been bad enough, global pandemics had also raged across the entire planet. Because of the deadly nuclear radiation and devastating diseases, he wasn’t sure what had caused his whole family to wither away and die, only knew he had one last son to bury. He didn’t know if any foreign armies had invaded other countries, but he hadn’t seen any here. His worst enemies had become his own countrymen as they scavenged food; the past winter, extremely harsh and lengthy, had most likely killed most of them off. It had been months since he had seen another living human being, other than his dying son.
By Len Sherman5 years ago in Fiction
Terran Winds
I write in this journal for those who would find it when I have passed. My name is Julie. I am fourteen in Earth years. That is my home planet. We had to leave the planet after the moon exploded. We had made it our portal to the stars. We had stored so much nuclear fuel on the moon that when a rogue asteroid hit the moon it caused an explosion so massive that it destroyed it.
By DS5 years ago in Fiction
Diplomatic Etiquette and the Alien Menace
Welcome to the Exterran Federation Guide to Human-Kro'dyl Relations. Perhaps you are reading this because you are an Envoy considering a xenodiplomatic post, or a businessman seeking practical advice on alien relations, or a member of the public curious about this strange new species. The members of the Kro'dyl Dominion have a reputation for belligerence, but they are also a species marred by cruel and inaccurate rumors as well as simple cultural misunderstandings. These guides are intended to set the record straight on this species while also helping the reader navigate their culture with caution and sensitivity.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Fiction
Bye Y'All
Bye, Y’all Cryogenics was not Rachel's field of research at the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, Maryland. Her specialty was pediatric oncology, and she was lead researcher on a study of triggers for childhood cancers hoping that better understanding of those triggers could lead to effective interventions to forestall the disease. But today Rachel was across from NIH at the National Library of Medicine accessing all the information they had on cryogenics.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
The Phoenix Variant
The Phoenix Variant House mice are all pretty much the same, so I will call this all important mouse, "Mouse". On this particular day Mouse was foraging for food in the waste from the Phoenix Veteran's Administration Hospital when she came upon a tasty bit. Unfortunately, this tasty bit was tainted with the Covid-19 virus, which had come from an unlucky veteran who had served his country in Korea only to meet his demise from a virus invisible to the human eye.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
Waiting to Go Home
Looking down on the surface of the old Mother Earth, we are coming up to Extraction Zone 401. The latest band of extracts are being rounded up by the Dollarzen Troops. When it is their time, you see them run to and fro much like mouse scattering and scurrying from their captors.
By Shahnee Hunter5 years ago in Fiction